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So what if Gabe Campos is a model-dating billionaire that gets Keisha Jacobs hotter than a Ferrari’s engine on the straightaway? He keeps pushing her to sell her family’s furniture business, but she’ll never give in. Forced by a snow storm to spend the night together, their passion ignites. The next day, however, it’s back to business. The only way Keisha can save her family is to win a bet with the billionaire. But neither realizes their hearts are part of the bargain...

Betting the Billionaire

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If that man calls her one more time… So what if Gabe Campos is a model-dating billionaire who gets Keisha Jacobs hotter than a Ferrari’s engine on the straightaway? He keeps pushing her to sell her family’s furniture business, but she’ll never give in—not unless she wants to give her father a second heart attack.

All Gabe should be thinking about is how he’ll finally get revenge on the man who killed his father. But when he meets the man’s daughter, Keisha, instead of focusing on destroying Jacobs Fine Furnishings, he can’t get her warm-whisky voice out of his mind.

Forced by a snow storm to spend the night together, their passion ignites. The next day, however, it’s back to business. The only way Keisha can save her family is to win a bet with the billionaire. But neither realized their hearts are part of the bargain…

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"This story has it all!" - Jennifer Probst, best selling author of The Marriage Bargain

This novella by Flynn is a sexy, fun and fast read. Certainly a story worth reading. Keisha Jacobs has been taking calls from Gabe Campos for the last six months. These are not friendly - I wanna get to know you calls. They’re more the – I’m offering to buy your father’s business – calls that esc... ...more

Billionaire playboy Gabe Campos has a personal grudge against a small-town interior design company managed by Keisha Jacobs, the daughter of Dell, the disabled owner. Knowing how much the company means to him, she refuses to sell.

In the middle of a snowstorm Gabe’s Aston Martin runs out of gas an... ...more

Can I just say I love novellas? Because sometimes you're just in the mood for a good book you can read in a day and that makes you feel good. The best novellas can deliver a complete story with wonderful characters who you see grow from the beginning of the book to the end. Betting the Billionair... ...more

Betting the Billionaire was a quick and cute erotic read with good characters and juicy sex scenes.

The story drew me in right away as I could relate to Keisha Jacobs who had put her own dreams on hold as she was driven by a strong feeling of responsibility to her father to keep the furniture bus... ...more

This was a quick, fun read that had a bit of humor, a bit of steam, a bit of a mystery, and a whole lot of sexy alpha billionaire male! Keisha and Gabe were both great characters. I love a strong heroine who stands up for what she believes in and can give as good as she gets, and Keisha was all t... ...more

ARC given by the author for an honest reviewI love the first book I read from the author (High-heeled warrior). So when ask to review her new book, I squeal with delight. Let's just say her book do not disappoint ;5 stars review with thumbs up approval. The story start with an offer from the hero... ...more

Betting The Billionaire is one of the first multicultural offerings that this reviewer has encountered within the Indulgence imprint. I must also add that I am impressed.Kiesha is a strong and opinionated character, unafraid to speak her mind. Her Achilles' heel?Her need to do and be for everyone... ...more

I haven't read anything from Avery Flynn and am so glad to discover this author who is new to me!

Betting the Billionaire was a nice and fun contemporary romance that immediately hooked my interest from the very first page. I'm not going into a summary of the story because the blurb already does t... ...more

When Gabe Campos tries to take over Jcobs Furniture he gets into a lot more than he can handle. Keisha is not going to let her father's company go without a fight, and she just doesn't understand why Gabe would want it so much. Keisha is quite a girl - she builds furniture, is a car fanatic, and... ...more

Gabe has a grudge against Keisha's father, and Keisha's is holding down the fort at her father's furniture making business because of her father's illness that she feels guilty about. They've been negotiating Gabe's purchase of the business for the last six months, or more to the point, Gabe has... ...more

Betting the Billionnaire was a thoroughly enjoyable read, with endearing characters and an enemies to lovers storyline which is never a bad thing; can't beat a bit of sexual tension and build-up to the main event.

As much as I liked it, and I really did (I ignored the housework as I couldn't put... ...more

BETTING THE BILLIONAIRE by Avery Flynn was such a fun, sexy little read! Gabe and Keisha start off as enemies fighting for family honor, but can't seem to ignore an attraction so off the charts it comes through across the phone lines. They both get all prickly and try to deny it to themselves and... ...more

I love when I read books that grab me from start to finish, and that was the case. I love Keisha & Gabe's story! She is a strong, smart, relatable heroine and he is a DASHING hero… rich, he speaks tons of languages and he has the body of a Greek God! :D

This novella is a fun ride through the snowy Virginia mountains with Gabe and Keisha. Keisha is running her family furniture business while dreaming of moving to the big city to become an interior designer. Gabe is seeking revenge for his father by putting Keisha's family out of business. These t... ...more

This was a great contemporary romantic read. Gabe has a grudge against the a furniture company that Keisha's father owns. He sets out to destroy the company but soon finds out he desires Keisha. I like the fact that he realized this and did not spend most o... ...more

Betting the Billionaire is probably about a 3.5 for me, but I could never give Avery Flynn less than a 4. She writes such steamy little treats for her readers, but never takes herself too seriously and has a wit I very much enjoy.

About the author

USA Today Best Selling Author

Avery Flynn

When Avery Flynn isn't writing about alpha heroes and the women who tame them, she is desperately hoping someone invents the coffee IV drip. She has three slightly wild children, loves a hockey-addicted husband, and has a slight shoe addiction. Find out more about Avery on her website, follow her on Twitter, like her on her Facebook page, or friend her on her Facebook profile. Also, if you figure out how to send Oreos through the internet, she’ll be your best friend for life. Contact her at [email protected] She’d love to hear from you.

Keisha Jacobs would give up her favorite ratchet box wrench for the ability to reach through the phone and strangle the rich asshole on the other end of the line. However, the fact that such an action happened to be physically impossible was a blessing. Few things were as sparse around Jacobs Fine Furnishings as bail money.

But the bills? She surveyed the stack of envelopes filling the leopard print inbox on the corner of her office desk. Oh, there were plenty of them.

Unclamping her jaw before she broke a molar, Keisha sucked in a fortifying breath through her teeth. There. Much better. Sort of. “I don’t care how much money you offer, Mr. Campos, Jacobs Fine Furnishings is not for sale.”

“Everyone has a price.” He delivered the comment with the honeyed voice of someone used to getting his way. Too bad for him she’d already fallen for that ploy. Once. With another smooth-talking uber-stud. All it had gotten her was an overpriced wedding dress and nowhere to wear it. “Not me and not this company.”

Keisha slid her fingers across her laptop’s built-in mouse pad. The screen flickered to life. She scrolled up The Harbor City Post’s website to an old photo of a clean-shaven, square-jawed hottie in a tuxedo with a model-slash-actress-slash-singer type on each arm.

Three’s Company: Harbor City’s bad boy billionaire, Gabe Campos, hits the town with two beauties for the annual Fashion Fights Hunger gala at the Harbor City Museum of Modern Art. Looks like he doesn’t just have the Midas touch when it comes to money.

The article under the photo waxed on and on about how Campos relaxed by building furniture.

“Why don’t you meet me, and we can discuss this in person?” Gabe’s smooth voice slithered down her spine, tempting and oh so dangerous. “I can have my helicopter pilot fly down to Salvation, Virginia and bring you to Harbor City. We can chat about the acquisition over dinner. I’d love to finally see the face that goes with that Southern drawl.”

She rolled her eyes at Gabe’s image on her screen. “Do you think because I live in a small town that I’m a total noob?”

“I’m just trying to be friendly.”

Keisha snorted. “No, you’re trying to buy cheap.”

“So you’d be willing to sell if I increased my offer?”

Man, this guy would not take no for an answer, and it was making her nuts. Six month of flirty negotiations coupled with his maddening stubbornness had her twitching in her seat. “Absolutely not.”

“That’s a problem.” His voice turned from sticky sweet to flinty in a heartbeat.

“Not for me it’s not,” she retorted.

“It will be.”

The dial tone buzzed in her ear before she could think of a better come back than, “Oh yeah?”

“Well, that sounded like it went well.” Her best friend, Ellen, stood in the doorway still wearing her red-checked waitress uniform from The Kitchen Sink diner under an unzipped, thick winter coat. She held a white bakery box in her arms.

“Please tell me that’s chocolate, because I need it.” Keisha hung up the phone and let her chin drop to the desk. The giant poof of her natural ebony afro floated around her head like a force field.

“Yes.” Ellen sauntered into Keisha’s brightly lit office, her red uniform mixing in perfectly with the eclectic vibe and vibrant colors. “And I’m totally holding the cake hostage until you agree to weave your interior decorating magic on my place before you leave for the big city.”

“Is it lava cake?” Keisha lifted her head and tried to read the small print on the side of the white box. Only the most delicious comfort food could make up for dealing with Gabe “I’m-Richer-Than-Bruce-Wayne” Campos any better. The man was a fucking silver-tonged, muscle-bound menace.

Ellen winked. “Oh yeah, baby.”

Keisha sat up like someone had waved the green flag at the Talladega race track. “It’s a deal.”

“Wow, you didn’t even put up a fight.” Ellen sat down in the teal guest chair and unpacked two personal-sized cakes of chocolate goodness, plastic forks, and napkins. “You do remember what my place looks like? The fake wood paneling? The Virginia Hokies wallpaper in the bathroom? The lime green kitchen?”

“Yes, yes, and yes.” Keisha sank her fork into the cake, and a river of gooey chocolate spilled out. “But I just hung up with Mr. Ego-the-Size-of-His-Bank-Account.”

“Again? What is his deal? With all the money he’s got, why would he be interested in a small business like Jacobs Fine Furnishings? No offense.”

“None taken,” Keisha said around a bite of lava cake. The moist cake on her tongue gave way to the decadent chocolate sauce hidden inside the bite, and her eyes almost rolled back in her head from the pleasure. “He gave some sort of cock and bull story about how he’s a big Jacobs Fine Furnishings collector and has always wanted to be a part of the craft, so he figured buying the company was a way to do that.”

The explanation had set off her bullshit meter faster than a Ferrari with nitro in the tank.

“Why not say yes to all that money?” Ellen asked.

“Because there’s no way I’m going to be responsible for my dad having a second stroke. Once was enough. If the disaster of my broken engagement caused the stroke, what do you think selling Jacobs Fine Furnishings would do to his heart? We can’t even get him to take a two week vacation, let alone sell the place. It took four months for him to agree to let my cousin, Tyrell, train to be his replacement. And that only happened because the doctor said he’d have another stroke within six months if he didn’t get his stress level down.”

Her dad had started the company in his parents’ barn and had a knee-jerk aversion to anyone whose last name wasn’t Jacobs running the family business. Any deal to sell was destined to fail—no matter how much money Gabe offered.

“I could never work with my mom.” Ellen shook her head. “We’d kill each other within a week.”

“Well, I won’t be working with dad for much longer. Once I get the official job offer from Epson and Callahan Interior Design in Harbor City, I’m out of here, and this whole place becomes Tyrell’s problem.”

Finally. Her new life was about to start. She’d worked her ass off to pay her dues as an interior designer, and the idea of being single and free in the big city made her stomach fizzy with excitement. She loved her family, but at twenty-six, it was past time she handed over the sash for being Miss Responsible for Everyone Else.

“So when are you going to tell your dad?”

“Not until I have to. He’s always had this dream of me taking over the family business. But I have other ideas.”

“Gotta love it when a plan comes together.” Ellen toasted her with a forkful of chocolate lava cake.

Unable to dissolve the nugget of worry that hung around her like a curse, Keisha shrugged. “Yeah, as long as it really does.”

“Have faith. You may not always get what you want, but you do get what you need.”

Keisha halted her fork halfway to her mouth. In their twenty-year friendship, Ellen had managed to mess up the words to almost every song they’d ever sang into their hairbrushes. “Are there any song lyrics you don’t butcher?”

“Only the words to every sad sack country song out there about a man who loses a dog.”

Of course. “You’re a hot mess.”

Ellen laughed. “Pretty much, but you love cleaning up messes, so you love hanging around me.”

“No.” Keisha devoured another bite. “I love you for the cake.”

“Fair enough.” Ellen polished off her cake and swiped a piece from Keisha’s plate just as the phone rang.

Keisha stared at it, a swift uptick in her pulse making her cheeks heat up, but didn’t make a move to answer. Could it be him? A mutinous part of her sure as hell hoped so.

“Don’t tell me you are letting a call go to voicemail. Now that would be a first.” Ellen delivered a melodramatic gasp. “The scandal.”

“Oh shut up.” She chewed the inside of her cheek. “It’s probably Gabe Campos again, and I just can’t deal with him any more today.”

Would she have taken the call if she’d been alone in the office? Probably. Something about sparring with Gabe got her motor purring. It must be the novelty of telling someone no. That had to be it.

“I don’t know, I’ve seen pictures…” Ellen’s face took on a dreamy quality, and she sighed.

“Too bad his personality isn’t as hot as he is,” Keisha mumbled.

Ellen wriggled her eyebrows. “If you stopped spending all your free time fixing up that old bucket of bolts of yours and actually started dating again, you’d realize you don’t sleep with their personality.”

“You’re so bad.” Keisha tossed a crumpled napkin at her best friend. “And, anyway, working on my Thunderbird is the closest I get to a moment of Zen.”

“Unless that moment comes with orgasms, you’re missing out.”

“I don’t need a man for that.” Still, Keisha snuck a glance at her laptop screen and the photo of Gabe.

Tall, muscular, and classically handsome, with warm, light brown skin that stood testament to his Hispanic heritage, she couldn’t deny he was hot. But it was the hint of a cocky smolder behind his black-framed glasses that had her squeezing her thighs together and twisting in her seat.